Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There is something in humility which strangely exalts the heart.
I started finding hearts in things - whether it was like, a tree I was passing, a straw wrapper on the ground; I think the heart has one continuous line, which is very powerful.
My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.
In some ways, climbing in the clouds is comforting. You can no longer see how high off the ground you are.
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
I have witnessed the softening of the hardest of hearts by a simple smile.
I was early taught by sorrow to shed tears, and now when sudden joy lights up, or any unexpected sorrow strikes my heart, I find it difficult to repress the full and swelling tide of feeling.
Step on the moist, pillowsoft earth, walking gingerly aside a weeping steam that calls your name, for it knows how to heal a wounded heart.
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.